Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Daisy
I’d opened my mouth to tell him I hated him right back, but then his mouth was on mine.
His tongue invading my mouth, and I was powerless to do anything but kiss him back.
Each swipe of our tongues against each other was a battle.
Only I couldn’t tell who was winning. When it came to us, I doubted there would ever be any winners.
There would just be this. The heat and the pain. And the hatred, or was it love, that boiled the blood in my veins.
Ilya's grip on my arm loosened and then went away altogether. Instead, he pressed that big hand into the small of my back, holding me flush against him. His other went to my ponytail, tangling it around his fist so he could cup the back of my skull and keep my head exactly where he wanted me.
Pressed against him. Head tilted backwards and lips ready—no, not ready. Needy for his mouth to come crashing down on mine.
Ilya kissed me like he hated me. Like he would kill me if he got the chance. It was a sobering thought because it was a very real possibility.
And worst of all? I wanted him to kiss me even when I knew it was wrong.
Yanking my head back, I tore my lips away from his and pushed hard against his chest, forcing him back enough for me to slip away.
"No." As quickly as I could, I walked away. My chest rising and falling in rapid bursts as I tried to catch my breath. "We can’t do this, we—"
Halfway across the room, he caught up with me. Catching me around the waist, he spun me around and slammed me face-first into the wall. The bookcases wobbled with the force of it, but nothing fell.
Ilya's breath flowed across the skin on my neck as he trapped me there with the weight of his body.
"Ilya," I begged. Only I didn’t know what I was begging him to do.
Let go of me? My brain wanted to believe that.
But the feel of his mouth on me had woken up a lot of long-buried feelings.
And then there was the feel of him pressed against my back so closely that I could feel every tight muscle on his body.
I couldn’t breathe.
"Don’t." Roughly, he dragged his lips over my throat before he flicked his tongue against my pulse point.
In exactly the spot he knew I liked. "Don’t run away from me again, Daisy.
" His teeth grazed against that tender spot, and I bit my lip hard to stop myself from moaning out loud.
"Don’t fucking run." Looping his arm around my waist, he lifted his hand to cup my breast through my clothes. This time, I didn’t bite back the moan.
Closing my eyes, I leant my forehead against the wall and just let myself feel.
It had been so long since a man had touched me like this. So long since I had allowed myself to feel this way.
Not since him.
"There is nowhere," Ilya growled out against my ear.
His husky whisper making my core clench tight.
"Nowhere in existence." His thumb brushed against my nipple, teasing it upwards.
"That you could run so that I wouldn’t chase you.
Not now." As if to prove his point, his fingers closed around my taut nipple, and he squeezed.
Pain rippled through me. Pain and something else.
Pleasure?
I should have been terrified. Ilya was acting and talking like a madman, but my body was reacting to his brutal touch with a need that was shocking.
How could I want this? How could I want him? This wasn’t the gentle man I had loved years ago. This was the monster who people whispered about. Brutal and cold. A man who took what he wanted without thinking about the repercussions.
And right now, what he wanted was me.
"Ilya, please."
His low chuckle filled my ears. "Begging already? Graham must have been a lousy lay if you—"
I tried to twist in his arms so I could slap his disgusting mouth once more, but one firm push of his body against mine, and I was back pressed against the wall.
"Stop fucking running," he growled out. "Don’t make me tie you up. I will, you know." With each word, he brushed his lips against my ear. "I’d like to see how you look all helpless."
I whimpered. Why did that sound so good? Why did I want to give him everything he wanted and more?
"We can’t do this," I managed to whisper, but somehow the sound of it was lost under the sound of our heavy breathing.
Ilya didn’t answer me. Yanking up my T-shirt, he had my bra undone and swinging uselessly around me in seconds, and the moment his hand closed around the globe of my breast, I lost the ability to talk or even think.
There was only him, and the skilled way he played my body like it belonged to him. And maybe it did. He was the only one—
The sound of my jean button popping was loud, and I moaned again. Pulling the zipper down, his hand delved inside. Pushing past my underwear to touch my core for the first time in six years.
I couldn’t help it; I moaned his name. My head falling back onto his shoulder as he began to stroke his strong fingers over my trembling flesh.
Why did this have to feel so good?
"That’s it, Daisy." Ilya's already deep voice dropped another octave. "So wet for me," he growled. "Hands up, put them on the wall."
Confused, I scrambled to do what he asked me to do.
Not that I had long to find out. My shirt and bra were tangled around my wrists, literally tying them together, and then he was pulling down my jeans.
Dropping to his knees, he helped me out of them.
Twisting, I stared down at him. "What—" I’d barely begun to turn when his eyes flashed up to me.
"Stand still, hands on the wall," he growled out; his bright blue eyes bored up into mine. They were dark with lust. I knew mine were the same. "Don’t move."
I opened my mouth to ask why, but all that left my mouth was a throaty moan. Gripping my hips, Ilya pulled me towards him. Still on his knees, he parted my thighs and—
Holy fuck.
He thrust his tongue into me. As hard and as fast as it would go, and my body jolted with the sudden intrusion.
"You taste like." From ass to clit, his tongue swept. Darting into me one second and swirling around my clit the next. "Disaster," he growled out. "The best kind of disaster. My favorite kind of trouble."
I barely registered his words. They really didn’t matter.
All that mattered was he kept doing what he was doing.
Without meaning to, my hips began to move, riding against the tongue he had against me.
Desperately, I tried to find the right angle that would put that magical tongue right where I needed it.
"I need."
I wasn’t sure if it was me who said it or him.
Maybe we both said it at the same time. But suddenly I was spun around again.
My back now against the wall, and one of my legs was lifted to rest against his shoulder.
He buried his face in my pussy. Like he wanted to lose himself in me. And I wanted that more than anything.
My hands were still tied up in my clothes, but I dropped them to the silky strands of his hair anyway. Tangling my fingers into them so I could hold his head exactly where I needed it.
My hips rocked back and forth greedily.
"That’s it, baby, that’s it." His tongue became softer, almost gentle, because even after all of this time, he knew how I liked it. He remembered.
Using the tips of his fingers, he parted me, the tip of his tongue playing over my throbbing clit.
"Cum for me," he coaxed. "Cum on my tongue and let me look at your face when you do."
Flattening his tongue against me, he gave one last long lick, and then my clit was in his mouth, and his fingers were pushing into my soaking wet channel.
I ground down on his fingers, desperately trying to find the release my body was so desperate for.
"Eyes on me," he ground out, an order I was powerless to ignore.
The orgasm ripped through me with all the force of a tornado. My muscles twitched and spasmed, and it was only his hands on me that stopped me from melting into a trembling mess on his hardwood floor.
Screaming, my head banged against the wall. Knocking pictures askew. Not that I cared.
There was only this. Only him.
Everything else blinked out of existence.
Aftershock after aftershock forced his name to rip its way out of my throat. It was a never-ending pleasure.
"Fuck." There was the sound of another zipper being yanked down, and suddenly I was in his arms. My legs coaxed around his waist as he surged forward.
The thick head of his cock pressed against me and then slid into me an inch.
"Ilya." My nails dragged down his shoulders, desperate to try and get him as naked as I was. Growling, he surged upwards. Filling me completely with his cock. And unlike the first time we had been together, there was no pain. Just more pleasure than I knew what to do with.
I gave up trying to yank his shirt from his shoulders and just clung to him instead. My body bouncing against his, meeting every one of his thrusts with my own.
Our lips came back together. Teeth clashing so hard I could taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I’d make him bleed, I realized, as I sucked his tongue into my mouth.
There was no time for words; there was only this.
Knees bent, he slammed into me. Filling me until there was nowhere else to go. Sweat coated his gorgeous face as he buried his face into the crook of my neck and sucked.
One hand under my ass, he kneaded my breast with the other, and the entire time his cock throbbed inside of me. Growing harder and bigger with every thrust.
"Fuck, Daisy Doo," he finally let go of my throat and fell into my old pet name. "Cum for me. Cum around my cock. I’m begging you. Please."
Maybe it was the please that did it. Maybe it was because I was so close already, but I came. Head thrashing back and forth, I screamed his name.
A low grunt, and he slammed into me. Five low, shallow strokes that forced my orgasm to go on and on. My vision went black.
But I could feel him inside of me. He throbbed, his cock growing to monstrous proportions, and then he groaned my name. I could feel the second his cock twitched and spilled inside of me.
"Fuck." Breathing heavily, he finally stilled, his head dropping to lean against mine. "Fuck, that was—" he trailed off.
I couldn’t help it; I caressed down his cheek. "I know," I whispered.
It was the wrong thing to say. The moment the words left my lips, his head snapped up. Eyes flashing, he placed me back on my feet, and my knees sagged.
"Go to your room now, Daisy." Gone was the softness, the moans of pleasure. His eyes had already turned cold again.
I couldn’t move. All I could do was stare at him. My clothes twisted around me and his seed leaking from my body. "Ilya," I tried to reach him again.
He stepped back, his clothes already straightened and zipped up.
"Don’t touch me, Daisy." A cruel smile spread across his face.
"What do you think just happened? Did you think it was love?
" He chuckled coldly. "It was hate fucking and nothing more. I can’t stand to even look at you, let alone have your hands on me. "
I stared at him in shock. That wasn’t true. I knew that. If he really felt that way, he would have fucked me and not been so worried about my pleasure.
"Thanks." Ilya's hands went to straighten his already straight collar as he headed back to the desk. "I have some paperwork to finish. You may go now."
He dismissed me just like that. Tears rushed into my eyes. I wouldn’t cry; I would not let him see my tears. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of that.
Bundling my clothes into my arms, I ran.